The sky is full of corn flower clouds.
The wind moans
like a guest-beating
at the back door of
the summer house.
No more guests for the week. They have
all gone home due to the power outage
from the storm,
that rose from the west
and beat against the windows
like invisible hands.
Sometimes, things seem to change.
Other times, the wind stops blowing.
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